Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

"Bang--!!"

The crisp gunshot, in the deathly still winter night, was like a thunderclap, forcefully cleaving open the sleeping darkness of Kaoshantun.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Shanhe's furious roar, filled with chilling murderous intent, pierced through the howling wind and clearly penetrated the windows of every household:

"Wake up, you bastards! The wolf is crying!!"

"A hundred wolves surround the village! Anyone who doesn't want to die, get up!!"

That shout unleashed the old hunter's imposing presence and shattered the peaceful sleep of the entire village.

The deathly silence lasted for less than two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Kaoshantun village was in an uproar.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The alarm bell at the village entrance was being rung frantically, the sound so urgent it sounded like someone was about to suffocate.

Then came the sounds of people banging basins and pot lids together, children crying, and women screaming, all mixed together in complete chaos.

"Wolves? Where did these wolves come from?"

"Oh my god! Look out the window! There are green lanterns everywhere!"

Some timid villagers, wearing cotton-padded coats, had just pushed open the door when they were so frightened by the sight before them that they collapsed to the ground.

There was no moon tonight, but in the reflection of the snow, countless pairs of eerie green eyes shone brightly on the low walls around the village, on the tops of the woodpile, and even on the roofs of each household.

They didn't make any noise, only emitted a series of teeth-grinding "huffing and puffing" breaths and a "rustling" sound as their sharp claws scratched at the frozen ground.

The feeling of being stared at by countless eyes sends a chill down your spine.

"Help! This is a white plague! A pack of wolves has come down from the mountain to eat people!"

Fear spread instantly, like a plague.

The villagers who usually haggled with Zhao Shanhe over a few cents and would curse him for ages at the village entrance if they wanted to gain some advantage were now all spineless.

Some people carried their children and crawled into the cellar, some blocked the door with fire sticks, and some were so scared that they couldn't even put on their pants.

At the east end of the village is the supply and marketing cooperative.

The usually imposing Sun Dana was now cowering under the counter, clutching the Mauser pistol he used for show, trembling like a leaf.

"Director! Director, come out and check! A wolf is coming into the yard!" His wife screamed from the inner room.

"What the hell are you looking at! Be quiet! Turn off the lights!"

Sun Dana clutched his head tightly, and a surge of heat came from his crotch.

Hearing the chilling howls of wolves outside, he felt no remorse towards the villagers; instead, all his fear transformed into resentment towards Zhao Shanhe.

"Zhao Shanhe! You heartless jinx!"

"It's all your fault! You had to show off! You had to bring that dead bear back to the village! Now look what's happened, you've attracted all these starving ghosts!"

Sun Dana gritted his teeth and prayed fiercely in the darkness:

"That's the trouble you brought upon yourself! Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor! Uncle Wolf, go eat Zhao Shanhe! His family has plenty of meat! Eat your fill and then leave quickly, and whatever you do, don't come looking for me..."

This is a classic case of "better to die than lose a friend." As long as the wolves are drawn to the smell of meat from the Zhao family's side, he might be able to escape if he doesn't show himself.

However, not everyone is as cowardly as Dana Sun.

Faced with a massive survival crisis, humans' survival instinct will cause them to subconsciously seek out the strongest.

In Kaoshantun now, there is only one strongest force.

"To the Zhao family! Hurry to the Zhao family compound!"

"Shanhe has a gun! His house has high walls! Run!"

Someone shouted something, as if giving the desperate villagers a lifeline.

In no time, a dozen or so slightly bold young men, along with members of the militia, carrying all sorts of weapons—from homemade guns and hunting forks to even gleaming butcher knives—scrambled and tumbled toward the Zhao family compound.

At this moment, in the Zhao family compound.

This is the eye of the storm, and also the spot where the wolves' eyes most greedily gather.

The bloody smell emanating from the pile of bear meat and bones in the center of the yard made the hungry wolves outside the wall drool, and the stench was so strong it made people want to vomit.

Zhao Shanhe stood on the wall, his sheepskin coat open, revealing his strong muscles underneath.

He held the Mauser pistol horizontally in his hand, motionless like an iron tower.

"Awoo!"

An impatient, hungry wolf, probably starving, took a running start and suddenly leaped towards the top of the wall.

"court death!"

Zhao Shanhe didn't even look, he just raised his hand and fired a shot.

"Bang!"

The wolf was still in mid-air when its skull was blown off, and it crashed heavily against the wall like a tattered sack. Its four legs twitched twice, and then it stopped moving.

But the smell of blood only fueled the wolves' ferocity.

"Master!"

Lin Xiu stood at the doorway, holding Niu Niu in her arms. Her face was pale, but she didn't cry or make a fuss. She just bit her lip tightly.

Zhao Shanhe turned around, glanced at his wife, and spoke with surprising calmness and firmness:

"Xiuer, come inside. Lock the door shut."

"No matter how loud the noise outside, no matter who knocks on the door, don't open it. Unless you hear my voice."

He pointed to Qinglong, who was lying prone at the doorway with a fierce look in his eyes:

"Qinglong's leg is broken, but its teeth are still there. With it guarding you inside, I'm at ease."

"Black Dragon, you stay with me outside."

Lin Xiu's eyes were red. She knew she couldn't help and that staying here would only distract her husband.

She nodded heavily, wrapped the fox fur her husband had just given her tightly around Niu Niu, and turned to go inside.

"Bang!"

The bolt fell.

Zhao Shanhe finally felt relieved.

At that moment, a jumble of footsteps and shouts came from the main gate.

"Brother Shanhe! Help!"

"Let us in! We can't hold out any longer!"

It was Erga, the militia captain, who led a dozen or so villagers as they charged forward. Behind them followed several hungry wolves that had been driven back by the wolf pack.

Zhao Shanhe frowned, but he knew he couldn't close the door now. If the villagers' hearts were broken, the village would be truly doomed.

"Open the door! Let them in!"

At Zhao Shanhe's command, the black dragon that had been guarding the door suddenly pounced out, biting the throat of a lone wolf that was trying to rush in during the chaos, and flung it away.

Taking advantage of the lull, the villagers scrambled into the yard.

"Close the door! Block it completely!"

The door slammed shut.

Upon entering the courtyard, seeing Zhao Shanhe standing on the wall and the dead wolf that had just been killed on the ground, the men who had been terrified just moments before finally burst into tears.

"Brother Shanhe... what do we do... there's just too much..."

Erga Zi held an old Hanyang rifle in his hand, his hands trembling so much he couldn't even pull the bolt back: "I just glanced at it, and they all have green eyes, probably thirty or forty of them!"

Zhao Shanhe jumped down from the wall and kicked Erga Zi in the butt:

"Stop crying! Hold your pee!"

He glanced around at the group of pale-faced villagers, his voice as cold as ice:

"Let me tell you, this is a white disaster! These beasts are starving! If they can't break in, they'll starve to death, so tonight it's either them or us!"

"Anyone who wants to live, follow my orders!"

Zhao Shanhe has an incredibly strong presence.

At this critical moment of life and death, his ruthlessness, which came from his very bones, became everyone's only support.

"I'll do whatever you say!"

"Yes! Let's fight them!"

Zhao Shanhe nodded and began to outline the defenses at lightning speed:

"Uncle Liu, you used to be an old hunter, your marksmanship is excellent. Take my hunting rifle, go up to the roof! From that high vantage point, shoot the alpha wolf! If you can't see the alpha, shoot the one in front!"

"Ergaizi, you take three men with guns and guard the front wall! Don't fire randomly, wait for the wolves to jump before you shoot! Bullets are precious!"

"The rest, move all the firewood in the yard to the base of the wall! Light it!"

"Wolves are afraid of fire! Light a wall of fire! Let's make this yard as bright as day!"

"yes!"

With a leader in mind, everyone's actions became instantly more efficient.

Bundles of dry firewood were thrown against the wall, kerosene was poured on them, and a match was struck.

"call--"

Suddenly, towering flames illuminated the Zhao family compound, turning it into an impenetrable fortress.

The raging flames drove back the wolves that tried to approach and also illuminated the ferocious wolf faces outside the wall.

Outside the wall, there were countless emaciated, hungry wolves.

They bared their yellow teeth, drool dripping from the corners of their mouths, and looked particularly ferocious and terrifying in the firelight.

"Awooo—!!"

From the depths of darkness, a mournful and long wolf howl suddenly echoed.

That was the alpha wolf's signal to attack.

Upon hearing the sound, the wolves surrounding the wall suddenly stopped their commotion.

They took a few steps back, then lowered their bodies, tensed their muscles, and assumed a sprinting posture.

Zhao Shanhe cocked his pistol with a click, his eyes fixed on the gap in the fire that was slightly weaker in front of him.

He knew that the real bloodbath had begun.

"Black Dragon, time to eat meat."

Zhao Shanhe said in a low voice.

The black dragon beside him seemed to understand its master's words. It did not roar, but lowered its body and let out a thunderous roar from its throat. Its jet-black fur gleamed with a bloodthirsty luster in the firelight.

next second.

A dozen dark figures shot towards the top of the wall like arrows released from a bow, braving the scorching flames!